February 20, 2014
16 February 2014 – Savannah Georgia
I’m in a restaurant with guardians. Significant that it’s taken me some effort to realize they’re not threatening me, they’re protecting me. I’m reluctant to be convinced of this. I’m there with another woman, a younger woman, and we are there to meet someone. Some guys come in and clear the Mexican restaurant out, because they’re looking for us and they don’t want anyone else around when we have our conversation with whomever is coming to meet us there. It feels like this person is a dignitary.
A man is humming a light wistful tune to us, like a lullaby. He says something about it being an “ancho” tune (like the kind of pepper). At another table the other young woman is sitting and has her coat draped over the chair. For some reason I’m on the floor trying to hide behind it. Why am I crawling around on the floor? Her jacket reminds me of a friend’s poufy cashmere coat, but this one is camel-colored.
There’s a raised area that the tables are on, arranged around a square patio or fountain. Down below is what might look like another dining area, but I think it’s a pool of water. One can see through it to the level below. The guide who’s humming finds me, and I think he’s trying to put me at ease with the song, and it’s sort of a joke about adding some ancho to the song. He expresses it by shifting into a minor key.
So I’m just realizing that these guys are like protectors, but I’m still nervous because I don’t know what’s going to happen next. That’s when I wake up in the hotel room very cold. One side of my face is as cold as if I had been against ice. However, I could tell that my sleep was very well protected.
[getting dark-light lift]
I remember 2 parts. First, I’m in an unusual sort of classroom setting. It’s quite intimate, and the class is about depicting a story, describing a scene, through a medium chosen by the student. Most are doing a film, writing, or 2-D artwork. In this dream, I feel the same tiredness and deep emotional, mental exhaustion I feel now (Sunday morning). Because of that, [magical] the instructor, a woman (middle-aged, tall, medium to thin build, olive skin, long wavy black hair tied up in a scarf, dark eyes) takes me aside to sit and talk. We’re discussing possible media I might use… I’m sitting on the floor, [chamber brush] and she’s sitting on a long bench/plinth beside me.
In front of me is small cabinet filled with tiny square drawers of clear plastic. Little tubs you can pull out. Each is crammed full [revert] of tiny things, that are related to the project at hand. Various kinds of dice, bits of yarn loops, other materials… the 2 types of object I recall most clearly are little yellow things that look like soft 1/2”-long ears of corn made from fiber (braided cord?), and clear red dice. The dice have many sides, like a sort of octahedron, and remind me of dice used in Dungeons & Dragons. We discuss what these [rear] mean, and how they can be used, and how they help somehow.
We talk during the full hour of the assignment, and just as I’m about to take one of the red dice for inspiration (there’s also a very tiny doll…?) we realize the hour is up. I have nothing to show for the time we’ve spent talking. So I say to her, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to take a Zero on the assignment then. It’s not a big deal in this case.”
(I remember how I used to have such frustrated nightmares about this sort of situation when I was in school…) [farther]
So the class disbands after gathering at the end of the session. There are several other men & women I know, we all walk outside… The place outdoors feels [bank] somewhat familiar, although the classroom building did not. We [husband] all chat casually and are friendly, and as I find myself having sort of left the group, I’m joined by a man. He’s not much taller than me, craggy [ice-palace] long squarish face, angular features [honor], shortish gray-brown hair [procreation], in a business suit. He warmly puts his arm around me, and I almost drape my left arm over his shoulders as we walk, but I restrain myself because as I look at him I don’t recognize him and I feel quite self-protective. He notices this and respectfully withdraws his arm, still walking close by my side. He wants to talk about architecture [earthquake], buildings [alike], and I hear the name “Himmel”. For some reason my mind went immediately to thinking of Himmler and fascist architecture, and I wasn’t very interested in or comfortable with that connection! (Upon waking I realized that the name the man was trying to say was “Kimmel”, Mark Kimmel) [location] But we walked to a sort of wooden park bench with a slatted seat, back, and sides, and sat there to talk some more. I was just beginning to trust him when a noise in the hall at the hotel woke me up. We were talking about various types of buildings…
After waking, I asked my guides to explain the dreams [fact]. Mikos spoke for Heruka, Moraine, Adrial, Fa, and others.
(from Mikos) Your dream last night was of a meeting with Moraine in the form of a Romani/Gypsy. She’s only a facilitator, you see? Making things available for your use. The “man” was/is a figure who’s new to you, and envoy to Abiquor. He is called “Lionel Kindred”. Let’s go, there’s too much noise in the hallway. But he came to tell you that there’s work to do on Abiquor.
(From Leslee: I searched online for that name, but was told the figure in the dream was not [soul-agreement] related to the man whose name I found online…)
May 27, 2013
I’m at a work-session party with a large group of friends. It’s a bit like a reunion, because many of us had not seen each other for a long time, or at least it felt that way. We were both catching up with one another on what we had been doing, and talking about what lies ahead.
Many of the group had “returned” to this place to stay for a while and rest; perhaps even until the end of that lifetime, because our assignments had been arduous. Also, even though we had been away for some time, our bodies appeared to be quite young – again or still, depending in our circumstances – as if we were 18-20 years old.
I had mentioned to a few people that I was going out again on another assignment (this is quite parallel to my moving to Florida in this waking life). I spent some more time inside visiting with friends, and then went outside to sit and talk quietly with a few people.
The place felt like it was in night-time, because the ambient light levels were quite low. It also felt like evening energy, with things winding down and settling. Although our group was fairly lively and chatting, we seemed to be the only ones who were that active in the area. It had a feeling as if most people had closed down for the evening and gone home, but we were all staying and lingering.
I could sense buildings, trees, lawns and other plants, and the place felt peaceful, just a bit eerie. Like a quiet in-between place. The setting and people for the most part felt much like suburban America. I was mildly bored.
As I was sitting there outside, a young man whom I knew from “long ago” approached me and asked if we could walk and talk awhile. We left the group, and as he put his arm around my shoulder, I put mine around his waist.
We walked away from the group, and he did most of the talking while I listened. We had known each other for some time, and although we had been familiar, our relationships had been more like acquaintances than close friendships or partnerships.
He was telling me that he wished we could spend more time together before I leave… Preferably romantically, to see if we were compatible enough to enter into a long-term relationship. He had wanted to ask me about this for several assignment cycles, but had never had a chance.
(I realize as I’m typing that this was a between-lifetime dream (link to AAE), and that) He was asking if we could plan to meet together in the next lifetime/assignment.
As we walked and he talked, I listened, and tuned into his energy to see if I could tell what that kind of relationship might be like with him. I was also reminded of a conversation I had a few years ago in waking life, with a fellow I had known when I was a teenager. Although this fellow reminded me faintly of the same person energetically, I felt he was a different being, and they had slightly different physical aspects, although he did appear somewhat Caucasian.
I continued to listen, and was wondering how to respond, because I had already committed to this new assignment, so any plans we made would need to either be long-term, or he would need to make arrangements to join me on this assignment. I felt agreeable to his suggestion, but my first priority was to the assignment, and it was to begin soon.
In our stroll we approached a building that looked like an empty shopping mall or market, and it felt like it also housed other facilities like conference rooms or classrooms. It was a low, rambling building with many wings and branches. I realized that I wanted to find a restroom, so we went inside. We had walked for a few moments when a person who looked a bit like a security guard approached. This person was wearing a uniform and helmet, and was riding an apparatus that looked a bit like a Segway (a motorized platform to stand on and propel oneself), and appeared to be Asian.
We asked if there was a restroom nearby, and this being (who seemed quite androgynous) led us towards some restrooms that seemed to be in the back of a closed restaurant. The whole building seemed very dark and quiet for the night.
The restrooms had a few toilet rooms to choose from. They all seemed a bit cluttered, and the equipment and furnishings in them seemed to vary from room to room, and none were very familiar to me.
Apparently I found what I needed at the restroom, because next I remember rejoining my friend and we continued our walk. The security guard seemed to have left, so we walked further down the concourse of the building we’d entered.
We passed through a pair of doors, and found ourselves in a brightly-lit, bustling center of activity. It’s as if we had wormholed into a new place and landed right in the middle of the kitchen in a Korean restaurant!
The people there looked different from us: a little shorter with sturdier bodies, and squarish heads with Oriental features. They also seemed to be all talking at once, calling and shouting to one another, exchanging orders and passing in information.
There were all kinds of noodle and pasta dishes being prepared, with sauces and vegetables, and everything looked really delicious! Hot steamy pots and strainers and plates of food being served up, with the “customers” right there in the same place…
I wanted to stay and get something to eat, but we realized we needed to get back to the group we had left. We made our way through the restaurant and left through the opposite pair of doors.
At this point the dream faded and I awoke.
May 22, 2013
Asked to go to Vesu, meet those who could help me understand Vesu, and learn about my role in Vesu.
Dream of meeting with a very beautiful woman, discussing roles, education… Finishing conversation, meeting Grace, time to leave… Start to walk thru beautiful neighborhood with her, then realize I don’t recall where I parked, how I arrived. Not sure where to go next.
I walk around a bit, make no progress, finally find a man I can ask for help: I don’t know where I parked? He senses my frustration. Since it’s getting late, sun going down, he suggests I just stay for the night and things will better clear in the morning.
I go with him and sit to wait for someone to meet me and take me to accommodations. There are two men, one with African features and one looks more Caucasian, although he’s quite tanned. Both appear about 50 years old, and have very short hair that’s partly gray. I feel deeply resonant with both of them.
Tanned man is there, lying on soft platform I’m sitting on, nestled against me as I sit, and I affectionately stroke his hair. This feels nice, but I also have heart-centered business with the dark-skinned man, so I wonder how things will go when he arrives. I have “business” to take care of with both of them.
The scene shifts slightly. I’m still in the same place, but am now sitting and looking at a box that is an electronic component. Reminds me of Steve and Susan’s computer. We have finished working on it, repairing and supplementing it, and it’s reassembled. I intend to take it with me when I return, and there is a small clear plastic plate that needs to be screwed down tightly over a yellow tab so that it covers a very tiny memory card slot. I’m trying to tighten the screw using my fingernail, but a screwdriver would work much better. Since there’s not one handy, I go sit down and chat with two men I understand I’ll be working with, who are from Vesu. One of them is physically present, and the other one seems aetheric rather than physical.
End of dream.
May 15, 2013
Dream within a dream Looking at postcard with pic of house Beach house: Vephanao? Wooden, on boardwalk above dunes Frank Lloyd Wright, Bucky Fuller dymaxion house Scale changes from huge building to small house, windows views all around In dream, ask myself to remember this
Exam room as if for a check-up or a meeting with a doctor A mother just left with tiny baby What a mess All types of body fluids, etc. EVERYWHERE! I begin to clean, nurse-like figure comes in and insists in finishing for me but I know it’s one of Sirians (Aneltha? Later: yes, Aneltha is the doctor. She appeared Asian in my dream)
Other rooms, activities and tasks
May 15, 2013
[palace hold zero]
Preparing to sit for the meditation, I could hear, very deep within, a continuous OM chant… I knew it was the Gathering.
When I sat and closed my eyes, I saw a swirling ocean of tiny golden points of light, in all dimensions… Like swirling fractals, ranging from tiny pin-dots to larger marble-sized orbs… All swirling…
There was a surface, like the surface of water (the Pond?)… The lights above the surface swirled counter-clockwise (looking up from the center point), the lights below swirled in the opposite direction… They danced and swept around so beautifully! And they were all connected by thin gossamer threads, glowing faintly in a deep blue-violet void.
I was aware of floating on the surface, buoyed there by a big belly, like a mother about to give birth. My feet dangled into the water below, and my toes could barely touch a small blue-green sphere that was suspended in the water. It was this planet.
I looked around me, and realized I was holding hands with others who were also floating on the surface, as if between two worlds. We each had many arms, spread out in the surface of the water, fingers just touching, forming another web.
Then I realized the water we floated in was a sphere also, and each of us was touching the small sphere with our toes. We smiled at one another, and began to sort of dance with our toes, and the sphere began to spin. Everything was incredibly blissful…
The web of light and ourselves solidified into a sort of sponge -like structure, made of light that felt solid. I could see tiny bits of foreign material caught in the web… Bits of black flotsam… Trapped but not harming. Contained.
There were three moments at which darkness seemed to encroach from the outside… It felt like picking at the tiny black bits drew the darkness near. But each time, the light quickly extinguished the darkness and the dance continued, never pausing.
Then at some point, gray craggy cliff-shaped crystalline rocks seemed to form, and these also drew energy from the light. Again they were transmuted, turning into purple, orange and golden cups in crystalline forms, holding glowing golden-orange liquid.
Finally, the image seemed to coalesce into an underwater scene, like looking at stellar clouds (like we see coming from the Hubble telescope) of cosmic dust through the beauty of pure ocean water. Dreamy and ephemeral…
The images faded, and I arose from meditation.
May 14, 2013
“Killian”…. going through scenarios, which one to choose… Tall mirrors…
Insights after waking: Been reading Ruppelt’s book UFO Report: so much consternation over why Air Force would not make a statement, accept that we’re certainly being visited by interplanetary craft, but more so by ones from within the planet.
Search “remote viewing UFOs”.
Also, to friend L: learning guides are what I was hearing all along…
May 7, 2013
Sirian ship (GLS Salcys): cockpit borrowing: message, word pool? two circles oo’s with blue glyphs inside like moon phases; light blue bar in red box; stars outside… gunnery turret used for meditation pod
May 7, 2013
Dream similar to first round yesterday: light blue pickup? with woman, given tour, making choices to see about results?
May 7, 2013
Waking with connection to Isintha: water, white script on screen. Like a mixture of Arabic and Sanskrit or Tibetan: fluid like Arabic, yet even more compact than Tibetan. I realize I’m borrowing… I’m seeing through Isintha’s eyes. The atmosphere is liquid. Dark blue. Cockpit. Faint fluorescent yellow- green lights flowing on monitors.
I leave the cockpit and travel along a tunnel… I realize I’m with Lumintha. Hallways, like huge tubes. The top half of the tube is filled with air, and creatures float and fly through it. The bottom half is split lengthwise: half of it is solid floor, and the other half, alongside the floor, is water, a canal. Lumintha swims in the water, I walk alongside… together, we’re traveling traveling swiftly… In a ship.
I see Mikos on the platform again… Floating on surface of water. In need of healing. Agnès is fine. Healing on behalf of world…
I feel disoriented, too choppy, so much coming so fast, can’t even decide who I want to meet, discuss with… Heruka?
Better at this moment, for this info, to meet with someone with a body. What body? None of us have bodies… What IS a body?
Someone I might meet in this body.
Glöethe? Adca? Mikos? Iltheos? Can’t think of others, there are so many…
You’re showing me so much, it’s not coherent…
Inner Earth. Glöethe, the King of the World, with a tablet of shimmering gold crystals, like brilliant radiant pyrite… Set in a blue and purple stone base, shaped like a lectern… I hear my Earth-mother’s voice, just a brief, garbled phrase. How do we recognize? How are these connected? Connection between Earth, Inner Earth, Arcturians, Sirian vessel? Oracle.
Next I’m taken to a pentagonal shallow pool: shallow blue-green water over worn gray-white marble plinth with a wavy surface, that nearly fills the shape of the pool. The pool has deeper edges so others can walk or swim around the plinth in the center. Asintotha taking over, to calm and explain. Step back for bigger picture. Just float and rest.
I want to know about GCE, changes… What can best help us prepare? Why does it have to be ships? Where will this polarization end? How can I help?
End of dream.
(I’m not sure if this was a dream, a vision, or an astral travel…)
May 7, 2013
I’m walking with a male friend, on a concrete roof, the top level of a parking deck… Bright sun, there are other low buildings and a park nearby. We approach a light blue pickup truck, it’s the one we were looking for. I open the door to look for something in the glove box, and my companion yells out. he says the truck is booby-trapped, there’s a bomb under the hood, and I only have 15 seconds to disarm it! I rush to tear open the dashboard to access the wires I need to disconnect. I think to myself, There’s no way I can do this in 15 seconds!
I notice, however, that 15 seconds in this setting is MUCH longer than 15 seconds in the waking world…
I start to run away from the truck, expecting the bomb to detonate… my companion runs with me, then starts laughing like a teenage boy who’s just successfully played a practical joke.
I stop and look at him. “You would make a joke like that, with a bomb planted? Don’t ever do that again! Was their even really a bomb?
He continues to laugh. From the truck comes a faint sound like a click. My companion says, “Oh yeah! Why, that was the biggest explosion to occur in this parking deck in last hour and a half!”… Not funny.
Still I have my bag with tools, I was prepared… What happened before? As I’m calming my anger, I receive telepathically an article about a fire, a bomb at the coast,instead of where I am… I can see that too, a man was killed, someone I knew. The scene I see looks a lot lime the explosion and fire last week in West, Texas US.
I leave the male companion and walk around. Getting to know the place, I take a tour of shops, houses, a horseshoe-shaped road, with thin metal fences.
Sitting at a bar in a coffee shop with a woman, we’re exchanging gifts… Scarves, choosing colors… I’m given a small tin with tiny gifts: soft capsules, sponges…? Candies? They Seem a bit like crackers, crisps… I give her a hug of thank you, what can I give in return?
She tells me she already has a gift I gave her before… hers was thanking me (red hair?)
Road, car… Getting acquainted…
End of dream.
(The first part of this dream left me feeling uneasy. I had requested another meeting with Isintha, and I was disturbed by the bomb motif. No war, no terror. Not in the world I inhabit. If this was a Sirian theme, then I want nothing to do with it. I sense there are more layers of complexity to the imagery, so I resolved myself to let it go for now, until I had more opportunities for further interactions.)